My Dog

well, my dog wears a path
in the same line
and lately I'm thinking
I might take his advice

well, he sees through the fence
and he thinks I'm free
well, my cane and his shame
look the same to me

all alone in a cage
with a headrest
there's a thing I could
get off of my chest

and I wanna wear
the path that's true
and I wanna wear
the path with you

out in the snow, off the leash
for years or more
I don't even know what it was
I was waiting for
well, maybe I barked
up the wrong tree
that was then, now I'm back,
won't you see me?

'cause I wanna wear
the path that's true
and I wanna wear
the path with you

oh, it's true

I used to be afraid
of growing old
and hanging 'round
the same old place,
but I got older anyway
so won't you,
so won't you,
so won't you
wash my fears away

well, my dog wears a path
and that's a good sign
'cause my dog wears a path
in the same line
say goodbye to the cage
with a headrest
'cause there's something
to get off of my chest
by now to work
in the same car
in the same jar

I think I should tell you that
I wanna wear
the path that's true
and I wanna wear
the path with you
yeah, I wanna wear
the path with you